"Mila, you're here."
Seeing Mila Anderson arrive, the elderly lady greeted her with a kindly smile. The relationship between this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could not be considered especially good, but it was not bad either. The elderly lady treated Mila well, and Mila held considerable respect for the old lady.
"Mother, you asked for me." Mila smiled faintly. As soon as she had entered, Gian Horne stared at her as if he didn't recognize her. It was the first time in decades that he had gazed at her with such focused attention. Too bad...
"Mila, I suppose you know why I've asked to see you. Sigh, after so many years, are you really sure you want to divorce Gian?" The old lady did not beat around the bush. As a mother and a mother-in-law, whenever her son and daughter-in-law were at odds over divorce, she always tried to play the mediator.
"Mother, if you're trying to persuade me, please don't. I've already made up my mind," Mila said, her voice tinged with coolness.
